The stiffness only seemed to get worse when the other teacher used his first name, no, he didn't appreciate it, no one used his first name apart from Dumbledore in this school, but he just pursed his lips and looked at her with contempt, hoping she'd be smart enough to understand not to do it again. She was a beautiful woman, one of those he despised openly, part of this supposedly god-given lists of beauty-gifted holders. A list Severus had never had an invite into.
"I'll have a cup of tea, thank you." he muttered coldly, moving towards the pot and taking in the soft scent he adored. Tea was one of his weakness indeed. "Mind if I ask what brought you out of your bed at this hour, professor? If students give you that much worry already, maybe teaching isn't the most suited profession."